We are in the main palace of Russia - in the Kremlin of Moscow. Adult citizens of the city still remember its marble staircases, labyrinths of endless corridors and halls, red carpets on the floor. They used to run there, sit on the throne and even paint

mustanches on faces of the statues. But then all the locked of the Kremlin were changed, and they started to repair it. But today the palace does not thrill as it used to twenty years ago. And how can it thrill when even ermine skins are plastic now?